 
            
Not that I am telling a lie, 
Not that I am a villain, 
Not that I hate you, 
Not that I know not the truth.
I realize the gift of nature, 
I know how delight comes to everyone, 
Wife and believe I failed to
Differentiate giving a connection to clouds.
But step by step I climb, 
Not easy though, or say
Climbing is totally false.
Yet, by taking bliss, 
I measure the sky and life
That is there in honey-hive.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem 
            
 
                    